In Kyushu, the reason for the collapse of the gods recognized by the cultivation world is the catastrophe of heaven and earth, because only the catastrophe from the heavens can make all the existences as strong as ascending to the heavens fall down.

Artificial?

Who?

Who has the ability to make the strongest gods disappear between heaven and earth, and even make the era of the gods who are full of strong people completely disappear and buried under the yellow sand of time?

Jiang Chen is not a scholar, and his understanding of the Fengshen Era is only limited to the ancient books preserved in the Taixu Sword Sect.

At the moment, he is not interested in how the era of the gods fell, and the reason why the memory of Feng Chen's memory will appear at this moment is entirely because he is in this Huangquan Road, which has long disappeared in the long river of time.

At this moment, even the Three Ancestors of the Flame were extremely afraid of the Yin Qi surging behind them, and the rotten iron ropes that kept bursting out of it made the three monks of the Three Realms of Pregnancy also feel panicked.

There is a saying, the more you understand, the more scared you are.

In exchange for the three of them, that is, the more advanced the cultivation, the more they can realize the horror of that rotten iron cable.

Therefore, they fled faster and took the lead.

What made the monks even more frightened was that no matter how fast they fled, even if they didn't care about the strange place in front of them, they used their means and ran desperately, but the dense fog of yin qi behind them always kept a distance from them.

Every time the sound of the 'bang' iron rope sounded, it would make the scattered cultivators in the back shout in horror, and hundreds of lives would be lost.

At this time, in such a desperate situation, the dark side of human nature begins to be revealed.

Fast speed does not mean that the cultivation is high, or because of a certain speed growth treasure, or because of a certain speed increase means.

Therefore, those monks who were slower but had higher cultivation than the previous scattered cultivators began to take the initiative to attack them in order to survive.

Spells, Strange Treasures...... Countless attacks rushed towards the scattered group in front.

Immediately, there were Sanxiu who looked at their severed legs wailingly, and Sanxiu who covered a wound on his body and screamed in despair.

The powerful casual cultivator slows down the people around him by no compromise means, hoping to use their lives to buy time and possibility for themselves to escape.

The scene was chaotic for a while, and the chaotic battle unfolded between life and death.

Feeling the situation of the scattered cultivators, the things in the thick yin fog seemed to become excited, and the strange and penetrating murmurs were endless.

Jiang Chen listened carefully and found that the scalp-numbing murmur was very strange, and the voices overlapped, as if there were ten thousand or even more people speaking at the same time, overlapping and difficult to hear.

"There's a river ahead!"

River!

Hearing the shouts of a certain monk, Jiang Chen jumped out of Mo Mei's arms, lay on her head, and looked ahead.

Indeed, at the end of this Huangquan Road, a silent and dark river winds farther away, and a thick fog shrouds the surface of the river, a little mysterious, a little eerie.

"River...... Lethe River?"

Jiang Chen only knew its name, but he didn't know anything about why it existed and what it represented.

Jiang Chen vaguely felt that the river might be even more terrifying than Huangquan Road.

Many monks share this feeling.

It's just that they don't have a choice at the moment, compared to the clear horror behind them, anyone will move forward, after all, what the front represents is the unknown, maybe it is more terrifying, but there is also the possibility of survival, who knows.

Up to now, there have been no less than two thousand scattered cultivators who have been pierced by the iron cable, and such a large-scale death has added a terrifying aura to the thick yin fog behind them.

The casual cultivators were already flawless and thought too much, so they could only desperately flee forward.

The end of the White Bone Huangquan Road has appeared in the field of vision, and a lonely dock has gradually broken into everyone's field of vision.

Just when everyone was about to rush out of the White Bone Huangquan Road, a picture different from the Pingchuan under their feet broke into the field of vision first.

At the corner of the gloomy and lonely White Bone Road, a mountain peak appeared flatly.

As the distance approaches, the mountain peak is no longer a mountain, but a bone mountain!

Due to the terrorist threat behind them, the cultivators did not stop, but subconsciously looked sideways when they jumped over this bone mountain.

"These dead creatures are so strange, the bones are huge, from the shape of the white bones, the body looks like a human, and the head is a cow, oh no, and a horse, strange, what kind of monster is this?"

When the scattered cultivators were curious, Jiang Chen's whole body was cold, and a pair of tiger eyes stared at this bone mountain made of ox heads and horse face bones!

He couldn't believe that these legendary yin could die here in this way.

From their deaths, Jiang Chen judged that these guys were definitely killed by some kind of creature that hated them, and each one of them was pierced through their bodies and hung up, forming this bull-headed and horse-faced bone mountain.

Whipping corpses, this is definitely whipping corpses.

And what made Jiang Chen's whole body chill was not the Yin Bone Mountain in front of him, but the creatures in the mist behind him.

He had originally judged that the things in the mist should be yin, but when he saw the mountain of bones in front of him, he reversed his previous guess.

So many bull-headed horses are dead, and the things behind should not be bull-headed horses.

So, what is it?

Even, Jiang Chen had a bold inference that these dead bull-headed horses were probably killed by the strange creatures in the Yin Qi!

Just when many scattered cultivators passed through this terrifying bone mountain one after another, perhaps because of the tremors, something suddenly fell somewhere on the bone mountain.

The eyes of all the scattered cultivators around were instantly attracted by that thing.

Syllable.

It smashed lightly into the bones, and it was a black book.

Book?!

At this moment, the rushing Sanxiu stopped, staring at the jet-black book with burning eyes.

No one knows the meaning of the books in the secret realm.

"Mine, it's mine!"

Some monks roared and threw themselves at the books.

Under the chain reaction, more monks pounced on the books in unison, and a pair of reddened eyes looked like evil ghosts against the backdrop of the white bone road and the bone mountain.

Recite!

The golden sword light rushed straight into the book, the speed was like a streamer, and where the sword light passed, all the scattered cultivators were injured by the edge, or killed or injured.

Eventually, the sword light appeared next to the book.

After Jiang Chen, who had re-transformed into a humanoid form, casually put the books into the storage ring, he escaped with a sword light and rushed towards the end of the White Bone Huangquan Road.

At this time, he didn't look at Mo Mei and the others behind him, but as early as when Jiang Chen made a move to fight for the books, he had already told Mo Mei and the others to just move forward.

With their speed, they could naturally surpass most of the scattered cultivators, but they would not be hooked by the things in the yin fog behind.

"Boy, leave the books, and we'll let you live!"

There was a familiar scolding sound from the front, it was not who Cao Fengyi was among the three ancestors of Huoyan.

Jiang Chen raised his eyes and saw the Fire Flame Three Ancestors in front of him.

"Hmph, think beautifully!"

At this time, Jiang Chen was not deeply surrounded by them, but used the true yuan power to pour into the Taixu Sword under his feet, and the sword art was pushed to the limit, the figure disappeared, and a golden light shot through the eyes of the three of them.

Nangong Fan shouted: "Chase!"

"The books in the secret realm often represent the magic power of the exercises, and they are the most precious things, and they must definitely be grabbed!" Sun Zhengqian gritted his teeth and said.

In the next moment, the Three Ancestors of Flame also used their means to shoot towards the golden light in the distance!